Senescence
we have lostour soft hearts
and hard reason
all good things
are gutted
while we laugh
and blame
every victim
our history is now
re-written each day
with poor spelling
and bad grammar
we hardly notice
the killing lies
because it is
so pleasant
to hate what we
do not understand
and understanding
has become a burden
too great to bear
this was the plan
of course
always the plan
it has been expected
for many years
everything in this world
grows older and finally
loses its way
we are no different
our hard hearts starve
our decrepit brains
almost no one
is left to care for us
and we would
hate them for it anyway
the ugly finish
is our shattered reward
and its moment is at hand
--Jeff Weddle
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